Hey everyone, I'm a LotR lover. My muse is coffee, English is not my mother tongue and this is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction. Reviews would be beyond amazing!

This story is going to be some sort of Angst and a little Romance/Friendship starring Legolas, Aragorn and some original characters. There will be rather graphic violence and torture. Consider yourself warned.

All the characters and places, as well as Middleearth, belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.

I edited Chapters 1 and 2, so you might want to reread xd

okay so this chapter kinda sucks and is pretty short and ugh I don't even know lol

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Legolas all but suppressed a pained hiss when he dismounted from the great eagles back. The pain he felt had gradually increased in the last hours he had spent on the majestic birds back. It had spread all over his body, but he tried to ignore it as best as he could. The elf could hardly imagine what Lómiel was enduring in Saruman's hands.
"How do you fare, mellon nin?" Aragorn kindly enquired.
"I'm doing well, hannon le." was all Legolas replied.
Strider sighed, knowing that he would not get an honest answer from the stubborn elf. The Prince of Mirkwood was known to downplay injuries as well as pain.
Mithrandir who had been talking to Gwaihir, the Lord of the Eagles, before, now approached the two friends.
"Well, my friends, we should better leave now. I will distract Saruman while you search for Lómiel."
Legolas did not know exactly what the Istar had in mind, but his rather simple plan seemed to work. The two friends entered the tower without being noticed.
"I suppose he holds her captive in those dungeons Gandalf talked about. Let's go there first."
Legolas simply nodded in reply, a motion that only intensified his awful headache. However, he did not seem to have any trouble slaying two orcs before they could cry out for help an alarm other guards. Aragorn was delighted to see that despite his pain the ellon had lost neither his agility nor his keen senses.
The elf looked in a cell some steps to his left. Aragorn approached the door as he saw a slight movement behind the grid. Yes, there was someone inside the cell. An elleth, but not Lómiel. Still, they could not leave this poor being in this evil prison. Aragorn took some steps towards the cell.
"Hello?" he asked in a tone that he hoped to be rather kind than threatening.
Legolas next to him had already begun to work on the lock. With the help of his swift fingers and a small elven blade he quickly succeeded in opening the door of the cell. He motioned for Aragorn to enter.
"Stay with her. Find out if she'll be able to walk while I search for Lómiel."
"Lómiel? She is over there. And as for me, I can walk if you can remove these chains." Neither of the two had expected the injured elf in the cell to be awake and able to talk, but this was a rather pleasant surprise.
Legolas strode forwards to the cell the elleth had pointed at.
"How is she?" Have you talked to her?" His urgent inquiries were interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
Legolas cursed under his breath but continued to work on the locked door.
"Legolas, leave", he heard a weak voice from the corner of the cell.
"Lómiel, I will not leave you alone in this terrible prison. I will not leave you again!"
"Saes, Legolas, I want you to leave."
The footsteps got louder and ere long a group of orcs came around the corner. Their torches lit up the dark dungeon. Legolas could see his friend, his sister, laying on the ground in a puddle of mud and blood. He could not abandon her. Not again. After all, it was his fault that she was here in the first place.
Aragorn made good use of his sword, killing orc after orc but more and more of the foul creatures arrived in the dungeons. The human could not protect the elleth he had freed some moments earlier and at the same time keep the coast clear so Legolas would have the chance to save Lómiel.
He shouted in elvish: "Legolas! We must leave! Come with us! If you die in battle, all hope is lost for Lómiel - we have to come back later!"
The Sylvan elf wanted to argue but found that he could not. Escaping and attacking again seemed to be the only chance for him to free Lómiel.
"Lómiel, I am so sorry! We will come back ere long! I love you!"
"Run, Legolas! Saes, run and save Forveneth!"
Some moments later Lómiel was alone in the darkness. Silent tears left her eyes as she coiled up in the corner once more. She had been so close to freedom. So close...

Okay thanks for reading 3

next chapter will hopefully be better!

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